Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 55

POV :~ KSHITIJ

I claimed her as mine. Now, her soul and her body, both are mine. Downright mine. Try touching her and you'll lose your limbs.

There's no going back now. Never will be.

After I found my release, Kritika fell asleep. Naked. Without even caring to take a warm bath.

So here I am, cleaning her up with warm water.

I really have no such craziness called as virgin obsessed. But my warmth mixed with her blood looks so arousing that my length is hard again.

I won't fuck her this time. She is resting, and I really am no fan of necrophilia. Beside, my wife needs rest. She went outside today after almost a month, and she must be already worn out. I added some more from my side.

I would have never turned into an animal if Aarav the fucker wouldn't have dared to hug her. Only for teasing me.

But she was right when she said that I shared a hug with Hridya too. And everything became crystal clear then and there. Aarav really plotted the hug and all to make me realize how does he feel when I hug his wife.

I'm not hugging Hridya again so tightly. Hands down. Until I myself am in the mood of fucking my wife like today. which means I obviously will hug Hridya again.

And I seriously don't have trust issues. My wife can hug whoever she wants and feel comfortable with, just that, not to tease me or knowingly make me feel jealous.

I sorted out things with Hridya, and she really cried so much — hugging me ; thank God Aarav wasn't there to see it otherwise he would've kicked me into my balls.

After I cleaned up my wife and myself, I settled beside her, and covered her with duvet. I really like the idea of Saree now. It's fucking easy access to her wet core.

I will let her sleep today, and I really hope she doesn't return to her awkward state tomorrow.

♡

When my eyes opened, my wife wasn't by my side. Instead she was standing infront of the mirror and looking at her body.

I guess what she would be thinking. She is seeing herself so keenly.

Naked body.

I cleared my throat to grab her attention and she turned around, then walked towards me with her slow wobbly steps which gave me the perfect proof that my wife is sore from last night's activity.

She sat down beside me on the edge of the bed.

“I look different.”

“Like how... exactly.” I asked, surprised.

“I have gained weight.”

I smiled, grabbing her hand, “And you're glowing more.”

I really don't think anyone can be more beautiful than her. Her beautiful eyes has my heart. Whenever she narrows her eyes and looks at me, it gives me different sensations. I just cannot stop looking at this woman.

“I don't like it when I gain fats and all,” she leaned down against my chest and I was stroking her hair from behind.

“But you look cute, don't you think?”

She formed a pout on her lips and I swear I wanted to kiss her. Maybe I can go for another round. Morning sex and all. My length is all ready to support me. But no, she is sore. Control yourself, Kshitij.

“Baby,” she called me, so softly, as if she was lost in some thoughts.

I held her arm gently and pulled her back inside the duvet. She placed her head in the crook of my neck and placed a kiss on my jaw.